As I wrote the words "The End," my heart surged with emotion. Tears streamed down my face, my heart tore apart, grief overwhelmed me...
Uh, that seemed to be the opening of the completion remarks for my previous book, Traversed 99 Worlds Simultaneously. If you have not read it, feel free to check it out.
Just like this book, aside from the terrible writing, incoherent prose, idiotic story, and boring plot, everything else was quite commendable. It was still a very good book!
I will not list its specific strengths one by one. You esteemed readers have sharp eyes for spotting them; why would I need to ramble on?
My previous book ended at Chapter 868. It was a shame it did not reach 888, but 1331 was a pretty good number for this one. Personally, I was quite satisfied.
After writing that last sentence, there would definitely be some... readers complaining that they were not satisfied. After seeing this sentence, they would complain again. Some might even delete their comments.
It was too late. I had seen through you all.
There would also be comments telling me to write another thousand chapters. I had seen through those too.
But there really was no more!
Some big shots advised me to keep writing. Even if I padded it out into a boundless ocean, making a little more money would still be nice.
The truth was, I really could not keep writing. I had updated continuously for 418 days, with one day of interruption, for a total of 484 update days, averaging 7,700 characters a day...
I would not complain about being tired if there was money to earn, but mentally, I was utterly exhausted. I often sat in front of the computer in a daze, preferring to pick at my